We haven't even started and it's almost the end
We never talked it over fact we never said anything
Two of the same kinda sorts hiding thoughts
As the small talk ebbs away the silence is awkward
You hardly even know me and I'm starting to show that
I hardly even know you but I like what I know
I want to talk about it but I quake in my skin
It'll only push you further into making decisions
You want to like me but you are likely undecided
The voice inside is always right which is why the awkward silence
Not gonna risk losing you
Which is why I'm never gonna woo-oo you
 [bad word] 
I think I love you more,
Than you like me
Although I'm never sure and maybe I should want to be blind
I think I love you more,
Than you like me
Because this is even crossing my mind

Any other day and you'd have not looked twice
The joking went along with my roll of the dice
Purely by a chance I happened on feeling
Really confident around the place and people
You caught a no-hitter hitting winning strokes
I never am a winner, I'm a lonely bloke
Acting exciting like a man for a while
Until you realise I can act like a child
Eternal optimism is spurring me on to think
That acting on your ins like this
Might lead me to learn a secret
But I don't really know
Or why I think so
It's just a good hunch
Hunches are always right though
 [bad word] 

I drew a drawing of you after last time I saw you
I never felt to draw a picture like that before
I learnt a lot about myself drawing all morning
It was absolutely [bad word]  I'm awful at drawing
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